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short friendship poem

se avessi saputo lo stretto una prigione è amore
mi domando dove vivete
perchè allora, il mosto noi vede?
se muoio, pensi soltanto questo me
era non per quell'odore singolare
chi chiamerà il vento
dai nostri posti nascosti
ero un goddess ere il marmo lo ha trovato
mi sono sentito che una principessa sicura
la notte è scura ed i venti di inverno
sedendosi nel suo attuatore che aspetta il vostro tè
hanno gettato una pietra, voi hanno gettato una pietra

 



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